From where I left off, I talked about having the chance to not only see Rey Mysterio up-close, but also talk to him. It was something special, something that probably not a day's worth of salary can amount to. At the end of the day, though, the meeting was too short.

If I had my way, I would've wanted to ask him more stuff. I would've wanted an opportunity to interview him. Too bad I wasn't a media person, nor a part of a fan club.

I was aware that Studio 23 was hosting another meet-and-greet session at TriNoma, and I knew that I want to go there as well. Good thing I was able to ask Rey that question, because I wouldn't have come up with the idea that I had. With that idea, I thought to myself that really would be able meet him for the second straight time.

It sounded like a plan.

And so I went to TriNoma on the next day, hoping that my plan would work. As soon as I arrived there, though, the place was already jam-packed, and the program was already starting.The seats were only available to the winners of the online contest they held, and because I didn't make it to that contest, I would obviously have no place in it. It was then that I thought my plan would fail. It was panic time.

I phoned Sean, one of my buddies who had just attended another meet-and-greet that took place earlier that day at a hotel in Makati, asking him what I should do to get noticed. I was aware that my plan would completely be wasted if I didn't get attention, and I couldn't think of anything to attract any. He suggested that I make a poster.

As soon as I heard his suggestion, I thought to myself, "Of course! Why didn't I think of that?"

The autograph session was already taking place while I stormed a nearby supplies store to buy a marker and an illustration board. As soon as I got my materials, I looked for a good spot to write my sign, then I forced my way back into the left side of the stage.

And I raised my sign.

Yes, I was serious; I brought pork adobo that day. It was the plan I came up with after my little talk with Rey during the previous meet-and-greet. It was an idea that I wouldn't have thought of if not for the hosts of the previous meet-and-greet I attended.

Ginger Conejero was the host of the meet-and-greet that day; she took her break while Rey was signing autographs. When she saw my sign, she approached me and asked, "Seryoso?" ("Are you serious?")

It was my chance.

I told her I'm serious, and I showed her the packed adobo from inside my backpack. I remarked thatit would be such a waste if Rey wouldn't get a taste of it, and joked that I wanted to get inside. She played along with my joke, smiling while saying, "Let's see what we can do."

Then minutes after that encounter, a cameraman approached me and asked if they could interview me for a while. I replied with the same joke I said to Ginger, "Kung papapasukin n'yo ako, sige." ("If you let me in, I won't mind.") I entertained their request, nevertheless, not expecting anything. They thanked me for the scoop.

I was only just waiting for the autograph session to end. I wasn't hoping anymore that I would get inside. Then, a familiar person approached me; it was the same cameraman who interviewed me earlier that time, and he gave me a pass.

The first part of the plan I thought had failed was actually a success.

Before I could have my turn for the "taste "test, though, I had seemingly become an instant celebrity thanks to the sign (that is, in turn, thanks to Sean's suggestion).

It was more than fifteen seconds of fame.

I patiently waited in line for my turn to meet Rey for the second time. And when it was my turn, the first thing I told him was: "Hey, Rey! Remember me?" He said, "Oh, yeah! The guy from yesterday!" I was really glad that he recalled our meeting the day before that.

After the niceties, I told him, "Guess what," and I showed my sign. He asked with a surprise, "Really?" I then brought out the packed adobo.

"Wow! That looks delicious!"

You could only imagine the excitement in his eyes. He was too eager to taste it, and the crowd was too eager to see his reaction.

And then, it was the big moment.

The taste test.

The verdict had been passed, and Rey laid it down himself: "Wow, this is GOOD!"

The crowd could only cheer.

And then, it was time for the signing. I made sure I was having him sign a legit WWE merchandise, so aside from my hand-made mask, I brought my official WrestleMania 25 program. He signed both, as well as my adobo sign.

A picture that's one for the ages.

The second part of the plan: also a success.

But what happened after that was simply something I didn't expect. A slew of people wanted to take a picture of me as well! And since I had already done what I did, I thought to myself, "Hell, I might as well do this."I don't know what happened with the rest of the adobo. We speculated that either Rey had the container sent to the back so he could eat it for dinner, the crew had thrown it away, or someone else took it home. I'd rather entertain the first thought, though; I mean, Rey liked it, so there was no way in heck that he'd have it thrown.

I couldn't believe that I had the guts to do what I did. Looking back, the stuff I did at Farmers' Plaza was rather grandstanding in itself, but what I did in TriNoma the day after was simply outrageous.

Outrageous, but effective.

Again, it all goes down to the saying, "If there's a will, there's a way."And so, this has been a two-part story of my epic meeting with Rey Mysterio last year. I decided to split the story into two parts because I met him on two consecutive days, after all, and both days had different stories to tell. I retold this story as some sort of a celebration for its anniversary. Of course, it would make no sense to retell this story again next year, so I went all-out in this one.As for my interview, you can check it out here. (In retrospect, I sucked at that interview. LOL)